lying           
          in   my   room,           
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
       something poking my left  hand, 
                 something      slimy, 
      slithering  around the  fingers, 
          up   the   arm.           
 is  it  drug-fueled  apathy?          
          i   don't   move  the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting me,     
 it    moves   further    up,          
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn   my  head  toward  it.       
             looks   like    seagrass. 
        it's  kinda   cute.         
                                 
     once it's  up my  neck and on  my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
    the  texture  is  like that  of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and the  squish tastes  like sweet 
                     cucumber.     
     it's very good.    and i    
 suck   more   of    it   in.          
             chew    it.            
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
      apathy  gone,  i  sit  up.      
     the  tendrils  are stuck under   
     my shirt,    entering by the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the  collar.    
   this  makes  it hard for me  to push 
 more   of   it   in   my   mouth.      
   i make to remove  the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally  protests when i try to 
 move     my    left     arm.           
      so  -  eating  it  is  ok,      
       moving  it  is  not.